"pass it"

I take a drag, filling my lungs with the sweet Mary- Jane

I see your eyes, your hair, your freckles as if you are a newly discovered galaxy

I watch your slow, drugged movements in awe

your fingers creating poetry on the tips of mine as you remove the blunt

I see your face dopily moving towards mine

my mind is rushing in the lustful kind of way

"do you feel it?" you ask

and if by feel it you mean the unavoidable attraction I have to you, to your body- the craving I have towards your lips

"it just hit me real hard..."